Closed door. Closed heart. A world away. There is no invitation. A closed fist. There is violence. There is greed. Few closed things are good; unless it is closed for privacy. Go into your room and close the door when you pray.
It’s over for the night. The servers have left, scattering bits of unfinshed work about. The bartender is wiping down surfaces, pretending to care about the place. Cooks…still working hard.
is my heart to the world.
is my mind to the wonders ahead of me.
are the doors of my past;
but not those of the future.
ask me why i feel this way?
because of you dear.
Charlotte gently slid off her ring and set it on the bed side table without looking up from the small, shiny, tv set in the corner of the room. Never would she had seen this coming. Calm on the outside but on the inside, she was destroyed. Slowly she stood and left the echoing room with the repeating local news story of the man who she thought to be her loving husband, busted on How To Catch a Predator, being sure she closed the door behind her.
Closed are the minds of the generation i was born into. Minds who’s opinions are dictated and strictly monitored by their parents or general superiors. A generation of love is not a generation that is coming in my hometown, a generation of new is not what is coming in my hometown, rather, a carbon copy of the last generation will be born again.
Closed doors waiting to be opened…reminds me of my heart. You could be the only one with the key. But if you never try to unlock those doors, how will you ever know if you are?
close minded people lose every time. close doors, open new ones. one chapter ends and a new begins. realizing your go-to fast food joint is closed is the worst. i’m not closed but open to new ideas and a new life.
Sorry, we’re closed. How depressing. And we rushed all the way to get there. Why would you close? Stores… *sigh* Here’s a question. Why do stores that are open 24-hours a day, 7 days a week have locks on them? They NEVER close. Hooray.
I closed the door to my heart an she spit on it. I t was almost as though I had to no feeling left. I twas a long night but eventually the morning came and it would be light again. I had no idea whart was about to happen. but im sure it would be somehting better than this.
closed is teh function i see when i come across a matematical equation because i see no apploication of it in teh near future not that it doesnt exist but merely because i cant see it and closed need not always mean end of teh things ..ike in harry potter the snitch says i open at the close wherein it means that the close is yet another beginning and sets harry into anoth journey …so shall we we as is intended by teh greater
Okay, closed. I get it. Go back to square one. No you can’t go on the ride. You are under 36″. Closed. Get it. Okay. Right. I know. Too freaking slow. I’m running firefox here. Get with it. the line is still moving across the screen. Really?
I’ve closed doors before, but not like this one. The doors I closed in the pass always led me to another room, but this door didn’t. I was home, in my living decorated with a cement fire place, some renaissance paintings, a nice Persian couched and this unopened brown door. Momma always told me never to go through the door, and i never did, obediently. But today it was different, i was defiant, a little rascal as she always scorned when I ran amuck when I was just trying to be a kid.
So, the reason she said never to go through the door was because she believed it lead to a dark place, known from fairy tales like myths told by my ancient Grandfather, known as Zakylrine but this place was far from what mother called HELL. Whenever i asked her to let me go through the door, which i did almost religiously, she would punish me, with beating, or lack of entertainment, mine was reading. How can a lady take away knowledge, but that’s ignorance for you.
Sad to admit but I’m an eager kid, very ambitions, always wanting the next big scare, always wanting things i cannot have. But anyway, this place was beautiful, nice white show was on the ground, a beautiful smiling Sun, and two dancing squirrels, yes TWO dancing squirrels.
If this was hell, then by God, I will never turn back to the world back behind that door.
“Be careful what you wish for,” whispered some omnipresent type entity and then slam!, the door closed like possessed by some supernatural being. No escape. Just me and this beautiful realm. And at that moment I realized that I would have to roam this beautiful land and call it my home, which I was willing to do happily.
closed
the door is shut and i find myself
here
on this other side
am i locked in or have i escaped
trapped or freedom?
the inevitable of questions
i fin myself weeping and i dont know why
this is not ok
what is the matter with me?
why am i not normal?
i want you
whoever you are.
I’ve closed doors before, but not like this one. The doors I closed in the pass always led me to another room, but this door didn’t. I was home, in my living that was decorated with a fire place, some renaissance paintings, nice Persian couched and this unopened brown door. Momma always told me never to go through the door, and i never did, obediently. But today it was different, i was defiant, a little rascal as she always sworn at me when I ran amuck, but i thought I was just being a child.
Oh, yeah, the reason she said never to go through the door was because it lead to a dark place, known from fairy tales myth told by my grandfather, known as Zakylrine but this place was far from what mother called HELL, whenever i asked her to let me go through the door, which i did almost religiously. I am eager kid always wanting the next big scare, always wanting things i cannot have. But anyway, this place was beautiful, nice white show was on the ground, a beautiful smiling Sun, and two dancing squirrels, yes TWO dancing squirrels.
If this was hell, then by God, I will never turn back to the world back behind that door.
“Be careful what you wish for,” whispered some omnipresent type entity and then slam!, the door closed like possessed by some supernatural being. No escape. Just me and this beautiful realm. And at that moment I realized that I would have to roam this beautiful land and call it my home, which I was willing to do happily.
They were all so closed off. No getting to know them, only shallow judgment allowed. Perhaps it would be different, if all were the same. Or perhaps that would be a whole new nightmare to live in.
The dark wood door was always closed and I never wanted to open it with my small hands dwarfed by its enormity. Behind it there would be a nun fresh off the boat, brogue and yardstick in hand, pink and blue-eyed and younger than my mother, but dark and foreboding as the door to my first grade classroom.
The door closed, i stood there, thinking what was next? why? I couldn’t believe it was all over. The memories and the laughter all came to silence. As the door closed.
The door – closed. Everything beyond it banished from existence and the opportunities behind it wasted. I look forward now, towards new doors, full of open possibilities, but the memory of that one closed door still stings. I think back to the times I enjoyed in that life, and know for certain that it is time to move on.
Closed doors are everywhere. I see my future as a dimly-lit hallway, with many locked doors. I wiggle the handles on many, but only one opens every time.
nothing else to say because its closing time….closing closing closing…fleeting seconds getting more and more valuable…so going to say something valuable before time runs out! Going to show her my smile! smile very important. its more than words. look at her yes. closing closing…
The door closed behind me. I wanted so badly to tell her the truth, tell her that I was madly, deeply, passionately in love with her, but I knew I could never ever open my mouth and let those words spill out. It wasn’t that we were two women, it was that I was so profoundly moved by the language she spoke, that she attempted to impart to me, I knew if I made things awkward I could never show my face in that room again.
The door closed behind him,
sealing the poster of
his favorite actress
dressed in a red cocktail dress,
lipstick red like venom,
striking at his blue steel eyes.
Closing behind him
the bright sun
emitting into the room,
casting shadows on the
white carpet
and wine stains.
The store was closed. Here I’d come all this way to buy what was on Lise’s list of midnight cravings and the damn store was closed. Open twenty four seven, my ass. More like ‘whenever we feel like it, but we don’t’.
What could I to do? Lise was a terror without her food; if I didn’t keep her fed, she did such terrible things to me.
That is me. I and my feelings are closed. I shoved them away out of sight and locked up; now I don’t know how to get them back out. I lost the key. I wish I would have known.
still jessie troad on.there were sharp down hills and many avenues were closed to her.twice she climbed dangerously steep and jagged cliff edges.finally,just the other side of a raging stream and up another small hill,were the railroad tracks
CLOSED.
The sign hung above him, bringing him this crushing message with the coldness of a machinated phone operator. Wasn’t this place open at least until 9?
The westbound freeway was closed. They’d tried to cross, and they hadn’t made it. Going eastbound we saw the black bags in the median, the swarming cops, and the unneeded ambulances.
The door just closed. I didn’t like this close. It was a subtle, yet, angry close. It broke my heart. It closed too soon. Too soon for much to happent yet too early for us to go on. It closed in perfection. Perfect timing. Perfect ending.
I thought the door was closed, but little did I know that all the while, it was jammed in the middle. We both thought the other had locked it, but in reality, there was something lodged between us, something we hadn’t even seen, and now that it’s gone, we can pass freely, like breezes, or ghosts, or friends.
The door was closed the people beyond were indisposed
we all gathered to see what was the matter and the had all taken off their clothes
no one was shocked to see the display they were all just there to play
everything feels so old lately. its all happened before. the clothes. the food. the candy. the way i’m laying in bed not doing what i should be. not being the open person i should be. i’m closed.
The door is closed. But now it’s opened. If only it was locked. Then it would have never been opened. Had the door remained closed I would not be hearing the crunch of chips in my bedroom. I wish the door were still closed. What if I was doing handstands? Then the door must be closed.
when my heart is closed the world is closed, im lost. everything is gone. there is no chance for loved ones to enter. just darknes. but thats a beautiful choice about life isnt it? and some peoples hearts are always closed but there is always someone out there to open their eyes, to love them
Closed, locked away in some part of me, are all the fears that once kept me awake late at night. Sometimes I wonder if people can see past my mask and tell that I’m shaking inside. The instability of my life drives me crazy and I wish that I could find something to sedate myself. Sometimes the pain becomes far too intense. I don’t know what to do anymore…
Closed door. Closed heart. A world away. There is no invitation. A closed fist. There is violence. There is greed. Few closed things are good; unless it is closed for privacy. Go into your room and close the door when you pray.
It’s over for the night. The servers have left, scattering bits of unfinshed work about. The bartender is wiping down surfaces, pretending to care about the place. Cooks…still working hard.
is my heart to the world.
is my mind to the wonders ahead of me.
are the doors of my past;
but not those of the future.
ask me why i feel this way?
because of you dear.
Charlotte gently slid off her ring and set it on the bed side table without looking up from the small, shiny, tv set in the corner of the room. Never would she had seen this coming. Calm on the outside but on the inside, she was destroyed. Slowly she stood and left the echoing room with the repeating local news story of the man who she thought to be her loving husband, busted on How To Catch a Predator, being sure she closed the door behind her.
The way I feel- the way you made me- I wanted so much to love and to be loved but now I am an empty shell, shut from the rest of the world..
Closed are the minds of the generation i was born into. Minds who’s opinions are dictated and strictly monitored by their parents or general superiors. A generation of love is not a generation that is coming in my hometown, a generation of new is not what is coming in my hometown, rather, a carbon copy of the last generation will be born again.
Closed doors waiting to be opened…reminds me of my heart. You could be the only one with the key. But if you never try to unlock those doors, how will you ever know if you are?
close minded people lose every time. close doors, open new ones. one chapter ends and a new begins. realizing your go-to fast food joint is closed is the worst. i’m not closed but open to new ideas and a new life.
Sorry, we’re closed. How depressing. And we rushed all the way to get there. Why would you close? Stores… *sigh* Here’s a question. Why do stores that are open 24-hours a day, 7 days a week have locks on them? They NEVER close. Hooray.
I closed the door to my heart an she spit on it. I t was almost as though I had to no feeling left. I twas a long night but eventually the morning came and it would be light again. I had no idea whart was about to happen. but im sure it would be somehting better than this.
I’m wondering what all we find is closed in our life.
closed is teh function i see when i come across a matematical equation because i see no apploication of it in teh near future not that it doesnt exist but merely because i cant see it and closed need not always mean end of teh things ..ike in harry potter the snitch says i open at the close wherein it means that the close is yet another beginning and sets harry into anoth journey …so shall we we as is intended by teh greater
Okay, closed. I get it. Go back to square one. No you can’t go on the ride. You are under 36″. Closed. Get it. Okay. Right. I know. Too freaking slow. I’m running firefox here. Get with it. the line is still moving across the screen. Really?
I’ve closed doors before, but not like this one. The doors I closed in the pass always led me to another room, but this door didn’t. I was home, in my living decorated with a cement fire place, some renaissance paintings, a nice Persian couched and this unopened brown door. Momma always told me never to go through the door, and i never did, obediently. But today it was different, i was defiant, a little rascal as she always scorned when I ran amuck when I was just trying to be a kid.
So, the reason she said never to go through the door was because she believed it lead to a dark place, known from fairy tales like myths told by my ancient Grandfather, known as Zakylrine but this place was far from what mother called HELL. Whenever i asked her to let me go through the door, which i did almost religiously, she would punish me, with beating, or lack of entertainment, mine was reading. How can a lady take away knowledge, but that’s ignorance for you.
Sad to admit but I’m an eager kid, very ambitions, always wanting the next big scare, always wanting things i cannot have. But anyway, this place was beautiful, nice white show was on the ground, a beautiful smiling Sun, and two dancing squirrels, yes TWO dancing squirrels.
If this was hell, then by God, I will never turn back to the world back behind that door.
“Be careful what you wish for,” whispered some omnipresent type entity and then slam!, the door closed like possessed by some supernatural being. No escape. Just me and this beautiful realm. And at that moment I realized that I would have to roam this beautiful land and call it my home, which I was willing to do happily.
closed
the door is shut and i find myself
here
on this other side
am i locked in or have i escaped
trapped or freedom?
the inevitable of questions
i fin myself weeping and i dont know why
this is not ok
what is the matter with me?
why am i not normal?
i want you
whoever you are.
I’ve closed doors before, but not like this one. The doors I closed in the pass always led me to another room, but this door didn’t. I was home, in my living that was decorated with a fire place, some renaissance paintings, nice Persian couched and this unopened brown door. Momma always told me never to go through the door, and i never did, obediently. But today it was different, i was defiant, a little rascal as she always sworn at me when I ran amuck, but i thought I was just being a child.
Oh, yeah, the reason she said never to go through the door was because it lead to a dark place, known from fairy tales myth told by my grandfather, known as Zakylrine but this place was far from what mother called HELL, whenever i asked her to let me go through the door, which i did almost religiously. I am eager kid always wanting the next big scare, always wanting things i cannot have. But anyway, this place was beautiful, nice white show was on the ground, a beautiful smiling Sun, and two dancing squirrels, yes TWO dancing squirrels.
If this was hell, then by God, I will never turn back to the world back behind that door.
“Be careful what you wish for,” whispered some omnipresent type entity and then slam!, the door closed like possessed by some supernatural being. No escape. Just me and this beautiful realm. And at that moment I realized that I would have to roam this beautiful land and call it my home, which I was willing to do happily.
closed, what is a person to do after finding out that there favorite place to hang out and watch people for insporational ideas is closed?
They were all so closed off. No getting to know them, only shallow judgment allowed. Perhaps it would be different, if all were the same. Or perhaps that would be a whole new nightmare to live in.
The dark wood door was always closed and I never wanted to open it with my small hands dwarfed by its enormity. Behind it there would be a nun fresh off the boat, brogue and yardstick in hand, pink and blue-eyed and younger than my mother, but dark and foreboding as the door to my first grade classroom.
The door closed, i stood there, thinking what was next? why? I couldn’t believe it was all over. The memories and the laughter all came to silence. As the door closed.
Not open. Locked. Closed heart. Key. Broken.
The door – closed. Everything beyond it banished from existence and the opportunities behind it wasted. I look forward now, towards new doors, full of open possibilities, but the memory of that one closed door still stings. I think back to the times I enjoyed in that life, and know for certain that it is time to move on.
Closed doors are everywhere. I see my future as a dimly-lit hallway, with many locked doors. I wiggle the handles on many, but only one opens every time.
nothing else to say because its closing time….closing closing closing…fleeting seconds getting more and more valuable…so going to say something valuable before time runs out! Going to show her my smile! smile very important. its more than words. look at her yes. closing closing…
The door closed behind me. I wanted so badly to tell her the truth, tell her that I was madly, deeply, passionately in love with her, but I knew I could never ever open my mouth and let those words spill out. It wasn’t that we were two women, it was that I was so profoundly moved by the language she spoke, that she attempted to impart to me, I knew if I made things awkward I could never show my face in that room again.
The door closed behind him,
sealing the poster of
his favorite actress
dressed in a red cocktail dress,
lipstick red like venom,
striking at his blue steel eyes.
Closing behind him
the bright sun
emitting into the room,
casting shadows on the
white carpet
and wine stains.
The store was closed. Here I’d come all this way to buy what was on Lise’s list of midnight cravings and the damn store was closed. Open twenty four seven, my ass. More like ‘whenever we feel like it, but we don’t’.
What could I to do? Lise was a terror without her food; if I didn’t keep her fed, she did such terrible things to me.
That is me. I and my feelings are closed. I shoved them away out of sight and locked up; now I don’t know how to get them back out. I lost the key. I wish I would have known.
still jessie troad on.there were sharp down hills and many avenues were closed to her.twice she climbed dangerously steep and jagged cliff edges.finally,just the other side of a raging stream and up another small hill,were the railroad tracks
CLOSED.
The sign hung above him, bringing him this crushing message with the coldness of a machinated phone operator. Wasn’t this place open at least until 9?
All he wanted was a sandwich.
The westbound freeway was closed. They’d tried to cross, and they hadn’t made it. Going eastbound we saw the black bags in the median, the swarming cops, and the unneeded ambulances.
The case was closed a long time ago; nobody even thinks about it anymore.
The door just closed. I didn’t like this close. It was a subtle, yet, angry close. It broke my heart. It closed too soon. Too soon for much to happent yet too early for us to go on. It closed in perfection. Perfect timing. Perfect ending.
I thought the door was closed, but little did I know that all the while, it was jammed in the middle. We both thought the other had locked it, but in reality, there was something lodged between us, something we hadn’t even seen, and now that it’s gone, we can pass freely, like breezes, or ghosts, or friends.
i closed a door, it was awesome seeing a door closed. I never closed a door in my life. It was an amazing experience.
The door was closed the people beyond were indisposed
we all gathered to see what was the matter and the had all taken off their clothes
no one was shocked to see the display they were all just there to play
everything feels so old lately. its all happened before. the clothes. the food. the candy. the way i’m laying in bed not doing what i should be. not being the open person i should be. i’m closed.
The door is closed. But now it’s opened. If only it was locked. Then it would have never been opened. Had the door remained closed I would not be hearing the crunch of chips in my bedroom. I wish the door were still closed. What if I was doing handstands? Then the door must be closed.
when my heart is closed the world is closed, im lost. everything is gone. there is no chance for loved ones to enter. just darknes. but thats a beautiful choice about life isnt it? and some peoples hearts are always closed but there is always someone out there to open their eyes, to love them
Closed, locked away in some part of me, are all the fears that once kept me awake late at night. Sometimes I wonder if people can see past my mask and tell that I’m shaking inside. The instability of my life drives me crazy and I wish that I could find something to sedate myself. Sometimes the pain becomes far too intense. I don’t know what to do anymore…